Sunday, October 9, 2011

Hot Cocoa is Best When Shared

This morning, Ruth found the Krispy Kreme coupons I'd tucked away in a drawer.

"Will you take us for hot cocoa one Sunday afternoon?" she asked, as she rubbed the glossy paper between her fingers and her thumb.

I was busy with Isabella but remember telling her we'd look for a day on the calendar.

Tonight, as I looked through her book bag, one last time, to make sure she was ready for Monday, this is what I found...

A card for her teacher.

Look, Ruth is giving our hot chocolate to someone who deserves it more!

Ruth has no idea...

I used to believe Ruth was given to me because I was lonely and I needed her. Then later, I became certain she was mine because I had many, many lessons yet to learn. Today, I choose to believe she is a gift.

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Wisdom

What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, palesin comparison to what lies inside of you.Ralph Waldo EmersonThe world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the brokenplaces.Ernest Hemingway Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. Christopher Robin to Pooh (by A. A. Milne) Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it. Helen KellerIt is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves. Sir Edmund HillaryOur greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.ConfuciusIn the midst of winter, I finally learnedthere was in mean invincible summer.Albert Camus I like living. I have sometimesbeen wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing. Agatha Christie We rely upon the poets, the philosophers and the playwrights to articulate what most of us can only feel, in joy or sorrow. They illuminate the thoughts for which we only grope. They give us the strength and balm we cannot find in ourselves. Whenever I find my courage wavering I rush to them. They give me the wisdom of acceptance, the will and resilience to push on. Helen Hayes

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I like Scrabble. I feel more at home in my white converse tennis shoes
than the town I grew up in and I know my sister can't stand them (I'm
okay with that). I like pencils more than pens. I carry my journal with
me everywhere. There’s a dictionary in the floorboard of my car…
Sometimes I think I write more than I talk. TV is okay but I’d rather go
to the movies. Driving around with no place to go is my idea of fun. I
like to be with people but I don't like to do stuff. Sitting on my
couch, or your couch, or the coffee shop’s couch… that’s enough. I read
every day. I like my water room temperature but not my soda. Soda needs
lots of ice. I like to eat cornflakes for dinner and pizza for
breakfast. I collected rocks when I was a kid. My favorite flowers are
the ones given to me by my daughter. Someday I'd like a house with a red
door. I always know what to say but I never know how to say it. I like
the smell of brand new crayons. I love the smell of a rainy day.
I smile.
I twirl my hair.
I'm in love.
Simple.
This is who I am.